Lake water runs in my veins.
As I picture it shimmering blue in my mind,
my spirit soars and my soul feels peace.
The barriers between then and now grows faint.
Water Lilly’s, forever perfect, sparkle in the sun.
Visions of the tiny island, floating just out of reach,
run like a slide show in my head.
I long for the lake, like I long for my lovers arms.